Chapter 85: "Movie Night"

Suddenly, Blair stopped tracing. She looked up, meeting his gaze with a curious expression.

Daemus dug his claws into his palms to keep from losing his cool. He was hanging on by a thread. He was one touch away from lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed.

"What?" Daemus asked, his voice strained.

"Why don’t you have a tail in this form?" Blair asked.

Daemus blinked. Of all the things he expected her to say in this moment... that was not one of them.

"Do you want me to have a tail?" Daemus asked, his brows furrowing in bewilderment.

"I was just curious," Blair explained earnestly. "I saw Clarice had a tail, and some other wolf beastmen around campus have tails."

Daemus let out a quiet sigh. With a soft poof, a long, thick, dark-blue wolf tail materialized just above his tailbone.

"I think it looks weird to have a tail in this form," Daemus grumbled.

Blair’s eyes immediately locked onto the fluffy appendage. As it whipped lazily by his side, she reached out and caught it with both hands.

"It’s so soft and fluffy," Blair said in awe, gently petting the thick fur.

An embarrassed blush rose on Daemus’s cheeks.

But soon, the novelty of the tail wore off. Blair’s gaze drifted, inevitably falling onto what she had been intentionally trying so very hard to avoid making eye contact with... his dick.

Blair’s breathing slowed. The room felt cool, but a heat was taking over her body.

When she allowed him to take off her dress, she had essentially surrendered control to her instincts. And right now, her newly awakened instincts were screaming at her to touch it. To see how much of it she could actually hold in her hands.

Operating entirely on...curiosity, Blair reached her hand out... and poked his dick with her index finger.

A guttural groan ripped through Daemus’s chest. His abdominal muscles flexed hard as his head fell back.

Blair immediately pulled her hand back, her eyes wide with panic. "Did that hurt?"

Daemus let out a breathless exhale, lowering his head to look at her. "It hurts a bit being hard for this long and not doing anything about it," he admitted, his voice rough and husky. "But it felt really good when you touched it."

Blair couldn’t pull her gaze away. Her face was burning an impossibly bright red. Up close, it was really intimidating. It was big, thick, veiny, and standing straight up at attention. Right at the very tip, a single drop of semi-clear liquid was slowly seeping out.

Noticing her complete lack of blinking, Daemus let out a quiet, raspy chuckle. "I guess you’re getting more comfortable with nakedness. But if you keep staring at it like that, my dick might get shy."

Blair gasped, snapping her gaze away and staring hard at the wall.

Daemus then effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, holding her bare body against his chest. He carried her the two short steps to his bed and dropped her gently onto the plush mattress.

"Tonight is about you, and not me," Daemus told her firmly, standing at the edge of the bed. "As much as I would love for you to keep touching my dick."

He climbed into the bed beside her, resting his back against the headboard, and grabbed a remote from the nightstand. He aimed it at the wall opposite the bed and pressed a button.

Blair watched in fascination as a massive, ultra-slim screen flickered to life. It was a marvel of technology, vastly different from the bulky, static-filled box TV the orphanage had wheeled out on movie nights. The menu displayed hundreds of foreign channels and applications.

"What are we going to watch?" Blair asked nervously, pulling the duvet up to cover her bare chest.

"Porn," Daemus responded casually, his thumb clicking across the directional pad.

Blair’s eyes bugged out of her skull. "No!" she squeaked, scrambling backward against the pillows. "That is bad! It’s wrong, we shouldn’t watch that!"

Daemus paused. He lowered the remote, turning to her with a teasing smirk. He gave a nonchalant shrug. "Well, I wouldn’t mind us just staring at each other and jerking off instead."

Blair’s breath hitched. Mutual masturbation with a beastman sounded like a fast track to a heart attack. Watching a video on a screen, on the other hand... well, she had read about people having sex in her novels. Watching it play out shouldn’t be that much different, right?

"The TV," Blair agreed quickly, her face flushed crimson. "Let’s watch the TV."

Daemus’s smirk widened. He turned back to the screen, punching a four-digit code into a lock prompt.

The screen instantly loaded.

Blair didn’t even have a second to mentally prepare herself. The very first thing that flashed across the high-definition screen was a pair of wildly bouncing, super large breasts.

Loud, exaggerated moans erupted from the surround-sound speakers.

Blair sat frozen, her jaw hanging slightly open as she watched the woman on screen bounce enthusiastically. The woman was being pounded by two big dicks at the exact same time, yet somehow, her hair remained perfectly styled, her makeup wasn’t running, and she looked like she was having the absolute time of her life.

It was so unrealistic. How were her hips not dislocating from that angle? Why wasn’t she complaining about friction burns? The crushing weight of sexual expectations fell heavily onto Blair’s shoulders. If this was the standard of performance expected in the bedroom, she was severely underqualified.

Feeling entirely out of her depth, Blair slowly turned her head to look at Daemus, wondering how he was processing this...

Daemus wasn’t even watching the screen.

He was leaning back against the pillows, casually scrolling through his phone with his thumb, unfazed by the screaming woman on the television.

Feeling the sudden weight of her gaze, Daemus didn’t even look up from his screen. "I’m listening," he stated simply.

He paused his scrolling for a second. "Are you getting turned on?"

Blair looked at the woman on the screen, who was currently performing an impossible backbend, and then looked back at Daemus.

"Not really," Blair answered honestly.

Daemus slowly locked his phone screen and placed the device face-down on the nightstand. He turned to her, his silver eyes dark and focused.

"We should change that, then."